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I was visiting the grave of my great grandfather Karl in Highgate Cemetery last week when my quiet reverie was interrupted by the blubbing and wailing of a distraught mourner at a nearby grave. I walked over to try and comfort him.
“Are you alright …”I began, but was stunned into silence as I recognized the crying figure was none other than Prime Minister in waiting Ed Milliband.
“Not really Kevin,” he sniffed, “the Daily Mail have been rude about my father.”
“Have they?” I was shocked to hear that journalism had stooped so low. Being a socialist I hadn’t read the article myself – I wouldn’t use the Daily Mail to wrap chips in – but whatever they had written clearly upset Ed, who was now lying draped around his father’s headstone sobbing his socialist heart out.
Now I know that most people simply regard Ed as a politician…
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